The sun had set almost three hours before, and the Khal was about to make his way back to the tent, Daenerys knew it.
She had asked Doreah and Irri to stay, and the three of them had eaten in silence, as the Khaleesi had commanded. The two handmaidens had been giving her advices about how to please men all day long, and as dinner time was over they helped her comb her hair and quickly left the tent. It was only the matter of time before Khal Drogo went to her.
Daenerys nervously paced back and forth, trying to think of the best way possible to ask him.
"My-sun-and-stars" she said in a whisper, "I need you to.. no, too docile.. I wish you could do me a courtesy. Yes, that'll do, nice but firm.. In name of the love you pledge to me, I want you to be faithful to your wedding promise to provide my brother an army now"
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She couldn't ask him that. No matter how much pleasure she could have given him, there was just no rushing a Dothraki, especially a Khal.
Daenerys wasn't a scared little girl anymore, she didn't fear Viserys' rage and she certainly did not fear Drogo. It simply wasn't right. Her brother had done nothing but disrespect her husband and his people, and only a few days before he had called her a ''horselords' slut''. Viserys was lucky to be alive, considering the evil glare the Khal had given him, but Daenerys didn't care. She was used to hearing him call her worse names.
"Moon-of-my-life" called a voice behind her.
Daenerys quickly turned around, begging the Gods to give her enough strenght to do what she had to do.
"My-sun-and-stars" she said, smiling as she approached him, "I have been waiting for you"
"Here I am" he replied with his deep voice, pulling her closer.
They kissed. Daenerys had learned to like his kisses, and not just because he was the only man she had ever kissed, but also because, to be honest, she thought he was very handsome, and he provided her great pleasure with kisses and, eventually, more. Of course, he felt the same way about her. And there she was, about to use this one thing against him, to manipulate her Khal for her brother's safety.
This time it wasn't Viserys' plan. Actually, he didn't know anything about it, it was Daenerys' idea. It had come to her mind that everything would have been much more easier without him around, and the only way to get rid of her brother without ''waking the dragon'' was to give him what he wanted: an army.
Her plan was to have her brother and Drogo's army leave as soon as possible, heading to Westeros, then attack the Three Sisters in The Bite. Once he had taken the Neck under his control, he could have marched down the Kingsroad recruiting people faithful to the Targaryen and made his way to King's Landing without any problem. He wouldn't even have needed the Dothraki anymore. Daenerys was sure that almost everyone in Westeros wanted the true king to sit on the Ironthrone again, and that king was Viserys.
"Wait" she said, as her husband started to move his fingers under her clothes, "tonight is special. Let's go outside"
Khal Drogo didn't reply, but a surprised expression crossed his face. It wasn't the first time she suggested to mate in the open air, as the Dothraki tradition imposed to celebrate important things in life, but this time he didn't know what they were celebrating. Anyway, he followed her outside, like he had done the night of Rhaego's conception, and once again she didn't turn over. But this time he didn't even try to make her, and that made Daenerys feel even worse. She had hoped he would have been a little more brutal, so she wouldn't have felt guilty after her request.
"Moon-of-my-life" whispered Khal Drogo, once they had mated and were lying on the grass, "you did make tonight special, woman wife"
"You make every night special, my-sun-and-stars" replied Daenerys, resting her head on his chest and playing with his long braid.
For a moment, he seemed not to know what to say, but she knew he had grown curious. He wanted to know why she had called that night special, and eventually she should have told him the truth, and that perfect moment would have come to an end.
"Moon-of-my-life" Khal Drogo repeated, "I want to know why we came here. What is it we are celebrating?"
"A victory, I hope" answered Daenerys. She had decided to get to the point as quick as she could. "My-sun-and-stars, in name of the love you pledged to me on our wedding day, I need to ask something of you: provide my brother an army of ten thousand men, and he shall sail to Westeros, in the North, and take the Usurper by surprise once he arrives to King's Landing.."
"I know nothing about this King-Landing" hissed Khal Drogo, frowning. "I will not send half my Khalasar across the poison water with no other leader than Khal Rhaggat"
"Ten thousand men is not half your khalasar, my lord" objected Daenerys, "it is merely one fourth of it. And I assure you that there's no reason to fear the ocean"
"Water that horses cannot drink is something foul"
"Yes, I know what the Dothraki think about it" Daenerys huffed, lying on her hip, "but I beg you to trust me, my-sun-and-stars. Tell your men to escort Viserys to Westeros, beset the North and then they shall be allowed to come back here"
Khal Drogo looked confused.
"I do not understand" he said, staring at his Khaleesi, "how will Khal Rhaggat take over this King-Landing without my men?"
"He will recruit as many followers faithful to the House Targaryen as he can" she explained, stroking his chest, "and your people will be safe, I promise"
"They are your people as well" he commented, raising an eyebrow.
"That's why I want them to be safe" replied Daenerys, leaning forward to kiss Khal Drogo. "Believe me, my-sun-and-stars, once Viserys takes over King's Landing, we will be the most powerful Khal and Khaleesi of all times"
The fear of crossing the water was nothing compared to the Khal's thirst for power, but Daenerys could still feel his anxiety and scepticism. She stroked his forehead and ran her fingers through his long dark hair.
"If I give your brother an army" he said slowly, "he will have to treat my men with respect"
"Of course.." started Daenerys, relieved.
"I will not be there" Drogo continued, grabbing her chin with his warm hands, "to stop them from killing him if he offends them"
She stared at him, and after a moment of hesitation she gave him a huge smiled.
"I know" she whispered, nodding.
Khal Drogo nodded back, then pressed his lips to hers, as to seal the deal.